I do not own Ace Attorney, or any of the characters.

Oh, great another Klavier/Ema fic. I have an obsession with this couple for some reason.

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She was a single woman. A hardworking, proud, single woman. Everyday she would go to her work. She excelled and strived to learn more about the world, and sometimes would chuckle to herself- about how woman-like she was. She'd end up loving the world for what it was, and she could say it out loud, even though it'd be reluctantly. She was worthy of a man who knocked her off her feet. She was worthy of a pure love that followed her and adored her, ravished her with gifts and love, and a man that was devoted to her.

Yet, as she went through life, it didn't show. The man who was supposed to be the one that loved her, the man that came home and ate the food she cooked, and even if it was horrible, they'd eat it as if it were truly delectable. A man who'd love her food, because it was made by her. The man was nowhere to be found.

And every time she became depressed, whether she was alone on Valentine's Day, Christmas, or any normal day, she told herself that if she was depressed all the time, he wouldn't show up. That she should have faith that he would come one day. Still, he never showed himself. Getting ticked off over childish manners, she reprimanded herself and dived into a sweet, yet bitter melancholy for a man who'd love her as she would back.

Now, there were many bachelors that she could choose if she wanted. She had enough strength, intelligence, and beauty to seduce one and make them hers. She didn't do it, because she felt it wasn't natural. It wasn't like her, either.

There was her boss. The image didn't settle right with her, because an office relationship is steamy, but will eventually be detrimental. There was the charming defense lawyer that put one-hundred-ten percent into everything. There was the prosecutor that always teased her. There was… Well, the rest all had too significant an age gap between.

As couples flooded the streets, she had seen more and more of them, she biled up with jealously, then depression. She walked home, how many times in her lifetime, all alone, with her hands in her pockets, searching for warmth. She wished there would be a man that would hold her hands, so they wouldn't be so bitterly cold.

It was winter that day. She remembered looking up at the sky, all white and pure. Stopping in the street, looking up, expecting something. She sighed and resumed walking towards her apartment.

Her feet slowly and gracefully tainted the pure snow that fell down. She was kind of like this snow. Always pure and white, waiting for something even she didn't know what it was, until a person's needs crushed her and made her either dirty, or crushed.

She smiled, for some reason. She was still being a childish soul.

"Hey, Ema." She looked up in surprise at the man who called her name. It was Gavin. He always ticked her off, but these days, she's learned to laugh it off.

"Hey." They both trudged over the snow that was now piling up.

"So, I was just heading over to a dance. Want to come?" She looked at him, as if he couldn't be serious.

"Really?"

"Come on, it'll be fun. Everybody's going to be there." She shook her head.

"I have a ton of work to do. I'm sorry. Maybe another time." She smiled at him, in hoping he'd forgive her. He, on the other hand, found it extremely cute.

"What are you trying to do? You're acting really arousing." He had a slight blush forming on his cheeks. She shrugged it off, as if it were from the cold.

"Am I? The last time I checked, I was just being myself." He chuckeled.

"Heh, okay. See you around." She smirked.

"Bye." She watched him run ahead, and almost fall over a boulder of snow. There's no way he could be the one. He just… Has a way with words, that's all.

Yeah… She laughed to herself. That's it.